Brewster skewers Great Fluffy Puddin o’ the Chieftain Race

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Fluffy: Feared everywhere, mainly for his farts which are most foul.
Fluffy: Feared everywhere, mainly for his farts which are gruesome.

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As Fluff’s knees turned to jelly, Brewster followed up (the old one-two) by asking if he agreed with Ruth Davidson that the government should not stand in the way of a second referendum on Scottish independence. He repeated the question six times. Each time, the volume of Fluff’s voice rose faster than a seagull in an updraft until he could have drowned out a foghorn.

Gordon Brewster surveys his photographer with utter contempt, as a warm-up for Fluffy.
Gordon Brewster surveys his photographer with utter contempt, as a warm-up for Fluffy.

Decibel for decibel, had Brian Blessed accidentally slammed the lid of a solid oak toilet seat through an arc ending in the sandwiching of his bobby’s helmet between seat and ceramic rim, he could not have roared louder than fluff during this interview. In the American tropics, howler monkeys held their paws over their ears.

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He’s not shouting to get his point across — compelled to do his mistress’ bidding, he’s rarely afforded the luxury of having one — he’s shouting in fear that if he stops, the interviewer will lay low his pants-on-fire claims, causing first his beard, then his reputation to spontaneously combust.

Occasionally, recognisable fragments of language escape Fluff’s lips. His spin doctors don’t like it but no one’s perfect. The central idea behind all of these fragments is invariably: That the v ast majority of Scottish people don’t want another referendum.

Meanwhile, Brewster had Fluffy against the ropes, mercilessly pummelling his tripe. This contest was no contest at all. This contest was Rocky Marciano versus Little Lord Fauntleroy.

Fluff was down, but not yet out. Heartened perhaps by the belief that he may have done enough to earn an ‘Attaboy!’ from Ms May, Fluff managed to get to his knees before the count of ten. ‘There might be a post-Brexit cornucopia stuffed with an avalanche of two tsunamis of more powers for Scotland,’ he wheezed. ‘Powers upon which the human eye has never set foot, including Fisheries and Agriculture and … well … who knows what else?’.

Who indeed. stel zoekt stel in Nijmegen Footnote:

Fluff Mundell is part of a cabal of valve-powered, anachronistic, tripe-transmitting analogue MPs, adrift in the digital age, broadcasting Westminster spin on long wave and marking time until their Knighthoods arrive in the post. Arise, Sir Fluffy… perhaps sooner than later to be Lord Fluffy of North Britland.

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  1. What a wonderful piece!
    It has been quite a while since the last time I laughed so much.

    Back down to earth though and leaving aside the evident complete lack of ability shown by the individual himself, isn’t it a real travesty of democracy that Scotland is lumbered with such an unconvincing Secretary of State by the orders of an unelected PM who sits far away in another country, who represents a political party rejected by a whooping 85% of those voting in Scotland during the last GE and who is supported by a majority of MPs elected by the constituents of another country yet they are in control of most Scottish affairs?

  2. Absolutely with you on this one. What’s happening isn’t democracy at all. I just hope that the whole edifice comes crashing down under the weight of its own absurdity some time soon.

    Thank you for commenting and for your kind opening remarks.


  3. I saw that battle and thought it ranked right up there with the 8 st Championship of Belfast bout, where the MC introduced the contender (Fluff) as having “Fought 7 and lost 11 …. Look at his puss gentlemen, look at his puss !! ”

    I liked the bit the BBC edited out where Fluff is trying to sink his teeth into the ambulance mans leg, while the pair man was in the process of saving Fluff “By the bell”. He rang it all the way to the infirmary.

    • Ha! A boxing historian! Welcome. Regarding the ambulance driver biting incident, I can’t see that being true. Wouldn’t Wullie Rennie have called for a public inquiry? And the resignation of the Sports minister too?

      And the 8 stone — is that with or without the Lonsdale belt, ‘cos they weight about 3 stone alone.

      PS Yes that is some puss.

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